| Trotha!
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| His name was Trotha, never forgive, neveforget!
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| This irate oath we carry in our darkened hearts forever
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| A march into damnation
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| Peregrination towards the open gates of hell
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| Our fathers' blood ran down the Waterberg, our mothers' cries
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| They died away in endless deserts
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| Under a radiant sun an azure skies
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| We died a wretched death under their bright eyes
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| These few survivors scarred for life
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| Dammed generations to follow
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| Tell me will you ever pay the price
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| Breaking the silence at last
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| No more hiding the truth
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| Fallen from your doubtful grace
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| An invocation of the beginning of your end
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| Our fathers' blood ran down the Waterberg
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| Our mothers' cries, the dies away
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| Imploring remorseless oppressors
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| These few survivors scarred for life
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| Dammed generations to follow
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| Tell me will you ever pay the price
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| Breaking the silence at last
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| The shadows of this genocide
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| Eclipse my haunted soul forever
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| Your empty words to regret, deriding the dead |